See Parnel comes; prepare the Poet's place;Draw every virtue smiling on his face;From Envy free, from Party, Strife, and Rage,His face must be a picture of his page.See by his side a little Pope appears,And calls the Poet into future years,Amidst the learned circle of his friends,He stands, and Parnel's moral page commends,The world obey'd; for Oxford heard the strain,Nor Harley hears, nor Pope commends in vain.